I thought I would finally live forever after, was I lying to myself? Could I have been living in dream?
I thought I was alone in my chase after you, little did I know that there were other men who admired you the way I did.
Were it not be for that vulgar Hornbill, then my Birdie would be in my arms today, I would caress her the whole afternoon, in the cool shade of the oak tree in the Parks.